No dappled gray, no liver chestnut, no dark bay – Five poems by Helen Wickes
SUNDAY AFTERNOON OUTSIDE Rain zithering off the rooftops of cars, azaleas ablaze on the porch are hot-pink zealots ...
SUNDAY AFTERNOON OUTSIDE Rain zithering off the rooftops of cars, azaleas ablaze on the porch are hot-pink zealots ...
This Way and That’s That Come on, get up now and write your poem! Yes! Like this ...
This is not a feminist poem This is not a feminist poem This is not contorted metaphors with neither punch ...
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